He Looks So Perfect

Chapter 8~

I hesitated behind the couch Michael was on, contemplating whether I should sit down and play CoD with him.  I decided to just go along with it and mustered enough courage to plop myself down next to him.  I hesitantly picked up the controller and pressed add player.

Only then when on the flatscreen TV it said 'Player added' did Michael actually realize I'd sat down next to him, he's been to engrossed in the game to notice me before.

"What are you doing?" he said laying emphasis on the you.  I got a massive vibe of him that he disliked me.  I coudn't quite pinpoint why though?

"Urm, playing Call Of Duty" I mumbled picking at the hem of my top, eyes  to the floor.

He laughed at loud at me. "Wow, you really are as stupid as I thought.  You think you can beat me at CoD? You've gotta be kidding me."

I raised my eyes and looked him directly in the eye.

"Game on." I replied cocking my eyebrow.

Michael shrugged and turned to the screen where he chose a vs game. 

he thought I was some inexperienced nutter when It came to this but little did he know that I was No1 at this in our class common room and I thrashed the boys every time.

The game started and I moved my character to the top of the dilapadated tower, getting a better advantage point.  I could see where Michael was due to the split screen which was an advantage.  After I'd pinpointed his characters location I let of a round of bullets which narrowly missed his head.  I heard him let out a small gasp which he quickly covered in a cough. 

After 10 minutes I let a grenade rip.

Game over appeared on Michael's screen and I let out a laugh of victory.  Michael huffing.

I heard an audible chuckle come from behind me and to my shock I saw a guy.

He was very tall and had short curly hair which was pushed back behind a red bandana.  He had deep dimples and beautiful hazel eyes.  In on of his hands he held 2 drumsticks ... then I realized his hands where a feature themselves! So big and beautiful... I sat there gawking at him.

"First person to beat him" he said, his voice deep and husky with a tinge of an australian accent?  "apart from me" He added on the end, winking at me.

"W-w-well, I'm good I guess." Oh great, I'm such a freaking social casualty!

He grinned at me with his perfect straight white teeth.

"I saw"

"W-what? You were there the whole time?" I managed to stutter.

"Yup, you've got some sass girl." I blushed, I could feel my cheeks rosying up.

"Do one" Michael snapped towards myself and the boy behind me.

I scrambled of the couch and rushed to the kitchen pushing past the boy.  The kitchen was empty.  Then the guy walked in .

"Don't mind him, he doesn't like losing" I smiled at the thought of beating him but quickly diminished it at the thought of how much more he would hate me now.

"Ashton" He said and exchanged his large hand out to me, I wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans first and shook his hand gently.  His touch sent shivers down my arm.

"Rosalie, most people call me Rose"

"Pretty name Rose,  most people call me Ash" he replied with a small smile which made explosion set alight inside of me.

"Thanks, I got it for my birthday" I replied with a grin at my lame joke.  To my astonishment he let out a chuckle.

"Can I take you out to the town centre for a bite?" Was he asking me out? What no. We only just met, he's probably just helping me because I'm new here.  Or even Liz might've asked him to take me out?

All the possibility's were brought alight in my mind but I knew what my answer would be.

"Sure"